With walls this thin, Dmitri would have been able to hear all the mewls of pleasure brought on by my pink savior.
But would that really be so awful?
Yes, yes, it would. I glared down at my aching lower body as if I could talk sense into it. When that didn’t work, I angrily ripped off my clothes and headed for the shower.
Thankfully, I found an adjustable showerhead inside the bathroom. I just needed to take the edge off, and then I could have a rational brain again.
But when my shower started to steam up, I heard something that had me clenching the showerhead hard enough to leave an imprint on my palm.
Like I was right there in the bathroom with him, I could hear the clink of Dmitri’s shower door sliding open, followed by the spray of water.
As my showerhead pulsed against my needy clit, all I could visualize was the cool droplets of water cascading down his large muscles…
Traveling further and further, towards the curve of his toned hips.
Heat spread across my skin, and I tried to latch ontoany otherfantasy. It landed on the one where a man tied ropes around my wrists, and slowly fondled my vulnerable body.
But when a deep groan echoed through the wall, the faceless man from my fantasy was replaced with Dmitri’s darkened eyes glaring down at me. My mouth popped open, and I started panting. In my imagination, Dmitri’s hand wrapped around my throat, and he began thrusting into my pliant body.
As fantasy Dmitri drove into me, my actual legs spread wide open. When he hit that sweet spot inside me that no one had ever found, my real cries drowned out the filthy words Iimagined he was whispering into my ear. My body trembled beneath the stream of water.
When I heard dark laughter in the adjoining room, my body shattered at the seams. I rocketed off the edge of the cliff, too sensitive to care that he could hear every single sound.
The moment I came back from that soul snatching orgasm, I leaned my head against the hard wall, and tried to catch my breath.
How was I going to survive this weekend?
Chapter twenty-two
Alisa
“How’d you sleep?” Dmitri asked while handing me a cup of coffee.
I’d tossed and turned all night. But he’d been the cause, so I wasn’t about to tell him that.
My body stiffened as I thought back to his dark laughter echoing through the thin walls when I’d hit my peak last night.
Fuck, he’d almost certainly heard me. But thankfully his talents didn’t extend as far as mind reading, so he had no idea who was the star of my fantasies.
Still, I avoided his eyes and took a long sip of the drink. Rich chocolate and almond flavor met my tongue. I inhaled the sugary scent and took another sip while trying not to moan.
“Did you go to Starbucks?” I asked, reluctantly pulling the drink away from my lips.
“Made it,” he said, taking a sip of his own much darker colored coffee.
“Did-”
“If you ask me if I poisoned it, I’m taking it back.”
I’d actually been about to ask if that was cinnamon I tasted.
“You’ll have to take it off my cold dead body,” I teased, holding the drink possessively against my chest.
After I said the words, awareness snapped into me. My shoulders sagged. What was I doing? Joking with him? Getting off at the thought of him? This place was messing with my head, and his all-consuming presence wasn’t helping.
I needed to banish these feelings, and focus on surviving the weekend.
I took out the ledger. “I have some new ideas.”
